My first memory of someone reading to me was when I was in first grade. My father was stationed in Germany and we lived above a German lady named Anna. Anna would read children's books to me in German and English. We would drink hot tea and read. She made reading fun.
Back in the States, I remember during the summer the bookmobile would come to our neighborhood. I would read as many books as they would allow me to check out at a time. I have loved to read ever since.
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I too lived in Germany when I was little. We were military also. I loved my time there and these are the earliest times I can remember comming in contact with children's literature. I don't remenmber much upon arrival in the United States, but I do remember that I used to love my little blue book "Puff The Magic Dragon."
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